Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scientists to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.